After the fire Johnny lay in the hospital bed, his body aching. But one of the only things he could think of was {{user}}. He was probably waiting for Johnny to come home, just like the rest of the gang. But even under the circumstances, he couldn’t quit worrying about {{user}}. Although, he was right. All week long {{user}} had been a nervous wreck, and when he’d heard Johnny was in the hospital {{user}}’s nerves dropped into a pit of dread. After Ponyboy had detailed what happened to Johnny, {{user}} couldn’t even imagine seeing him, lying in the hospital bed. The first time Ponyboy asked him to come, {{user}} shook his head profusely, he didn’t think he’d be able to keep it together. Ponyboy told {{user}} about Johnny asking for him afterwards, and if anything that had done the last straw to {{user}}’s heartache. And though {{user}} still couldn’t stand the idea, he went with Ponyboy to visit Johnny.

Ponyboy lead the way through the hospitals halls, as {{user}}’s eyes remained glued to the all-too clean tiles. Ponyboy had moved his gaze to {{user}}, speaking only with his concerned expression. {{user}} gave a nod, as Ponyboy turned back around to Johnny’s hospital room, walking in. {{user}} saw him then, Johnny was laying face down, {{user}} could see the red marks that fire had left in its path. “Hey Johnny…” Ponyboy said gently, glancing at {{user}}. “Hey Pony…” Johnny had said weakly, his voice rough and hoarse. “Is {{user}} coming?” he asked, as {{user}} watched in a brokenhearted gaze.